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I love a good parade.
But the best parades of all are small-town parades, and Jewel Bay’s is quite possibly the best.
My favorite part is the little dancers and gymnasts. It can’t be easy, dancing to a beat on a boombox one of the parents is carrying, or doing handstands and pirouettes on the hot asphalt while wearing a tutu with your hair up – the heat can undo them -- but they are so cute. One year the organizers goofed and let the Back Country Horsemen ride in front of them. I was so mad I could have screamed.
The classic cars and trucks are always popular. Seems like every Camaro owner in the county wants to show off, but it’s the really old rigs I enjoy – the 1950 turquoise Ford Thunderbird, the pink Chevy, the Model A, the 1924 Rolls Royce. Even some of the old farm trucks clean up good!
For several years, a darling boy dressed as Super Man and rode through town – it’s only three blocks – strapped to the front of his grandparents’ golf cart, fists clenched, arms in the air. I bet his arms were tired by the time the parade reached the park, where they serve all the kids ice cream. People were a little sad to see him grow up and grow out of the part.
There are bagpipers, clowns, and mountain men, and occasionally llamas. The Playhouse kids, all young actors, climb up in a big old farm truck and sing show tunes.
I’m not crazy about election years and all the campaigners. Yes, it’s a great opportunity to see and be seen, and we are celebrating our independence, and free and fair elections are a huge part of our American heritage. But those little tiny paper flags are a bear to sweep up afterwards.
And bringing up the rear is the Caldwell’s big antique fire truck, loaded with Lodge guests. Schedule your family reunion at Jewel Bay’s dude ranch, and you might end up riding in the parade! Keith Caldwell loves pulling the cord to ring the old horn, but what everyone waits for is the water hose, cooling us off!
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Erin Murphy, manager of Murphy’s Mercantile (aka the Merc), is tuning up for Jewel Bay’s annual Jazz Festival. Between keeping the Merc’s shelves stocked with Montana’s tastiest local fare and hosting the festival’s kick-off concert, Erin has her hands full.
Discord erupts when jazz guitarist Gerry Martin is found dead on the rocks above the Jewel River. The one-time international sensation had fallen out of sync with festival organizers, students, and performers. Was his death an accident?or did someone even the score?
Despite the warning signs to not get involved, Erin investigates. And when the killer attacks, she orchestrates her efforts into one last crescendo, hoping to avoid a deadly finale.
Leslie Budewitz is the author of the Food Lovers’ Village Mysteries and the Spice Shop Mysteries—and the first author to win Agatha Awards for both fiction and nonfiction. The past president of Sisters in Crime, she lives in northwest Montana with her husband, a musician and doctor of natural medicine, and their cat, an avid bird-watcher.
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(Parade photos from the Bigfork Chamber of Commerce.)